#SoCS: The Nose Knows

He knows He yowls The human shares its noes It smells It desires He reminds her how this goes We spar He resists The nose wants what it wants They waft They float The essence of chicken taunts She speaks up He turns deaf Human food not to be shared The whines The sadness Hunger is loudy declared Almost time Almost here The feeding of this cat Forgets chicken Embraces fish The nose smells where it’s at Stream of ConsciousnessRead more

#SoCS: Food for Thought

Today, Linda G. Hill is asking all of the SoCSinites in blogland to use the last photo taken and come up with a word to use in our post. Mine is FOOD. I love food, but so much more when on vacation and opportunities arise to try new places and give the thumbs up or thumbs down. Last week, my biking buddy and I had several opportunities for new experiences in the Milwaukee area, along with adult refreshment to washRead more

Killing Two Trails with Two Wheels

Let’s sit down with a fish fry and malty ale and catch up on a biking adventure, shall we? On July 2nd, bike and I headed to Kewaunee, a small city on the shores of Lake Michigan, to explore a southern section of the Ahnapee State Trail. A few years ago, biking buddy and I rode the northern part of the trail, from Sturgeon Bay to Algoma, which ended up to be about 32 miles. This time it would beRead more

#SoCS: Hot and Dry

The photo above is one of Little Lake Butte des Morts on June 16th. Another day without rain, but a perfect summer day. The above-normal heat of June had subsided, but the slime green is a telltale sign of how our weather has been. The lake thinks it’s August, the dog days of summer, not the waning days of spring. Too many hot hours in the upper 80’s and low 90’s F (30-34C), without rain, have lowered water levels, madeRead more

Synchronized Fleet Fishing

Question: What do you call a group of pelicans? Answer: A pod; pouch; scoop; squadron. And, if they are fishing as a group, the pelicans are called a “fleet.” I recently witnessed a fleet of pelicans fishing while biking around Little Lake Butte des Morts. Similar to choreographed synchronized swimming, this fleet kept to a tight circle, alternatingly bobbing their heads down under water to catch fish (while their backsides mooned) and coming up to swallow their yummy and sustainingRead more

#SoCS: The UnreaLISTic

So, Linda G. Hill wants me to make or talk about a list for Stream of Consciousness Saturday. Hmmm… Regular readers already know I keep a gratitude list. I’ll leave that one alone. Shopping list? No, probably not, although I can tell you that shrimp, yogurt and kettle chips were on the last one. I’m 99% sure you do not want me to bore you with “my favorite foods” or “the names of all cats I’ve ever served” or “numberRead more

Musings from the Pod VI: 10 Minutes

“Alas, poor mackerel in a can. I knew it, Ziva, a fish of infinite taste, of most excellent cuisine. It hath borne me on my lips several times, and now, how cherished in my imagination it is! I want to gorge upon it!” “Gibbs, what are you doing?” “I’m filling in for mom, writing for her blog. What do you think?” “No.” “No? I thought I was giving everyone a bit of cat culture.” “By bastardizing Shakespeare?” “How did youRead more

Musings from the Pod IV: Holy Mackerel!

“Hey Gibbs!” “Yes Ziva?” “I have been meaning to ask you something. What happened Friday night?” “What do you mean?” “I want to know what happened. I heard mom yelling at you. Loudly. I heard her say the “naughty” word and then mom chased you into the bedroom and shut the door.” “Yeah, so?” “What did you do?” “Why do I always have to do something?” “Mom yelled “naughty” at you, so that probably gives it away. You always seemRead more

Idiot Fishing

“There is a fine line between fishing and just standing on the shore like an idiot.”   ~Steven Wright~ This past Saturday, Natasha, Red and I were idiot fishing. Sort of. Sometimes we were just standing on the shore, other times the chair held us down. Sometimes we engaged in fishing, other times we (I) didn’t understand the concept of catch and release. (Not to worry, the slippery little devil eventually found his way back to water and safety.) AboutRead more

Thursday Doors: Rest Stop

How do I top that, a trifecta for Thursday doors? How do I float your boat, and leave you wanting more?   Will the door people scowl, at this petty attempt? To engage in the challenge, with a twisted bent.   For there were two doors, that beckoned me close. Walk this way, they called, We’re not too morose!   We service the people in this little park. The ones who walk, run, bike and fish after dark.   WeRead more

I am me

“Sea. Do you remember the first time you went in the water? Do you feel more peaceful around water? What’s the most interesting thing about the sea for you? Share a photo which means SEA to you!” I am not the sea I am me A wide spot in the river A lake I came to be No salt dwells below An ocean is not near I sit calmly, patiently… Above my smooth head of glass I hear Those who comeRead more